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Post by Cwen on Nov 20, 2005 11:14:22 GMT -5
The mid-morning forest glistened under the winter Fenris as he shown brightly from the clear skies above. Frost had settled all over the lands and it now shown as though the night’s heavens had fallen. Long, dying grasses swayed in the chilling breeze that caressed the lands with its icy touch, and the bare branches of deciduous trees rattled and clacked together. A flock of beady-eyed ravens perched upon a lonely oak cawed hungrily to one another, flapping their ebon wings in protest and snapping their beaks to the cruel skies of winter. Pearly white legs cycled relentlessly beneath an ever-shifting grey bodice, travel worn and bitterly cold pads gripping at the earth’s skin as though they were ready to maim it. Though there was a slight limp to this varg’s movements, a flaw in the perfect appearance she showed to on-lookers. Her large form made it clear that the female wolf was of high importance and hierarchy to others who she knew, and her rigid tail gave it clarity to such a guess. Steely grey-blue hues looked back and forth around her lands as she made her way through paw trodden tracks, scenting trees and bracken as she passed them – making sure that her territory was well marked. Though on closer inspection, her expression was full of pain and stiffness. Wheezy breaths and hunched back gave it away that she was not in prime condition and that she had been injured internally not so long ago. And it was a bitter thought that such terrible weather conditions did not help her in any sense to the pain and inflexibility.
The rustle of dead undergrowth caught her acute hearing and she stopped suddenly, throwing her gaze off to her right and past the brush into a nearby clearing. The dull brown and mingled white of a snowshoe hare appeared from the bracken and her tail suddenly flicked in thought. Its pelt had not yet changed to suit that of the snow, which would soon fall, but it had indeed begun its winter cycle. Licking her chops and scenting the direction of the wind, Cwen was ultimately pleased that it was in her favour for such a time. Lowering her body closer to the frozen earth, the silver Drappa began to shift forward as silently as she could make it, eyeing the lera through the gaps in the brush as she inched forward. But just as she made her way to round a thicken within the bushes, her injured and bruised back jolted and she let out an ear piercing yelp as pain shot up her spine. The hare’s long ears stood erect and immediately it bolted from sight, disappearing into the shadows of whence it had come.
Lying now limp in the thicket she’d collapsed into, Cwen snarled furiously at herself and scrambled painfully out of the foliage and made her way back to the path where she growled irritably and scowled in the direction it had fled.
((I'm never here cause everyone either has private threads or they end up growing too long...and also my being grounded didn't help. But meh - here I am not m'dears ))
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Yelæ
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Post by Yelæ on Nov 22, 2005 16:48:00 GMT -5
Though Yelae had been in this pack a good time, at least, she considered it for a good amount, she still at yet to meet all of the pack members personally. However, she had made a friend who is not her lover...and she had hoped to get aquainted with more. It was quite pleasant at this moment in time, and the Varg's green-blue eyes close in content as she settles herself down into a sitting position to take in this feeling, trying to name it.
Her white pelt was thickening, however it was quite welcomed as the says grew shorter and colder as winter came. The only place on her body that was not white was her chest...a deep orange hue which was considered strange on a wolf. However, the pelt was inherited from her mother, Rose, whose pelt was a thick orange/red colour, almost making her resemble an over-grown fox. However, this was considered perfectly normal...and Yelae was not normal.
Shaking her head from these thoughts, the winds shifted, bringing a familiar yet unfamiliar scent to her quivering nose. She knew it was a Ge-Rad Varg, yet was not quite sure WHO. tilting her head, she rises, following the scnet as it came to her. Alas, they shifted, but she had a good idea where the Varg was. The Varg she now spotted had a rather annoyed scowl upon her features, and Yelae tilts her head again, scenting the wind and tasting the faint trace of a hare. A hunt gone wrong, she says, grinning. But something about the way she held herself, and the way she acted gave her the image that she was in pain.
She now knew who it was: Cwen, her Alpha female. Punishing herself for not knowing who it was for a moment, she aproaches the Varg carefully, unsure if she was in a state that was bad to mingle with. "Are you okay, Cwen?" she inquires quietly, trying to make her prescence not as alarming...though her voice was naturally quiet.
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Post by Lydair on Nov 23, 2005 23:45:34 GMT -5
Black lips parted into a smile as a crisp wind buffeted thick fur- Lydair stalked forward silently, the shadows parting to offer the femme frayed strands of light. Pawsteps fell light and quick as she moved effortlessly over Ge-Rad terra; taught early on that the early morning was the best passing time; little Varg were around to interrupt you and thoughts could be easily sorted out when one could simply gaze about herself, at her surroundings, and wonder how amazing and imaginative the gods could be to create such a fantastic world. The smallest things in life were often the best, and inwardly the most sought after…but rarely did a pack-Varg find the time. Never slowing, always passing, tedious and cruel, it could bring what nothing else could and yet no one ever blamed time for the death of loved ones, or hated enemies. Like death, blue moons came once in a lifetime, and the passing of the seasons brought it. The hybrid wandered skeptically over her terra, scouting absentmindedly, for Ge-Rad was short of scouts and one of those had two cubs; unaware of the location of Yelae the cobalt fea had decided to help when she wasn’t needed. A familiar scent snagged her mind and she jerked her head up suddenly, her bright azure eyes darting and a petite muzzle leaned forward; a slender form followed and Lydair moved to the scent: Cwen. She hadn’t seen her Drappa in a moon or so and her amber father-in-law had told her to stop by Cwen’s den to check up on her; Draeg had neglected to tell her where it was and thus the femme had to look for her with her own paws. A hare flashed by, its speed warping what Lydair thought was a darting sprint, and she cocked her head in a puzzled expression; had Cwen missed the lera? Shrugging, the cobalt femme trekked onwards, her paws ambling forward. A flash of silver caught her gaze and she woofed a gentle greeting to Cwen, dipping her head respectfully before furrowing her brow. Cwen was hunched and obviously in pain from the grimace that had befallen her features; Lydair whined and broke into an urgent canter. ”My Tor, Cwen, what has happened to you?” Lydair regretted the words the moment they fell from her gaze; her Drappa seemed rather volatile and the hybrid was in too bright of spirits to have them crushed by her snapping alpha. Yet another she-Varg was in the clearing; Yelae had gone momentarily unnoticed but now Lydair dripped her head silently before turning back to Cwen.
”Draeg told me you had taken a bit of a rough fall,” she explained quietly, glancing at her paws before her bright gaze lifted. ” Can I get you some herbs to help? I can’t force you, as I’m just the Healer, but you’re my Drappa and I don’t want you to be in pain as long as someone with healing knowledge resides in your territory.”
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Post by Cwen on Nov 25, 2005 13:55:02 GMT -5
The silent appearance of her pack mate Yalae caught Cwen completely off guard for her attention was still focused on the hare that had escaped her grasp. Swinging her muzzle round sharply and snarling savagely she stammered back in fright as the tender ivory youth emerged from the brush. But noticing that she was of no threat and was only asking if she were alright. Calming herself and wiping the snarl off her muzzle, Cwen smiled softly and shook her head to rid her of some thoughts that had been plaguing her as of late. “I’m not in the best of shapes Yelae, no. But never mind – it’s good to speak to one of my pack members again. How have you –?“ but before Cwen could finish her sentence the sounds of thunderous paws hitting the earth reached her alert auds and she swivelled her head round quickly, lips pulled back into a defensive snarl as she faced the on-comer. But once again – it was no one to fear. Lydair pulled herself up short just beside her Drappa and Cwen sighed again, shaking the thoughts from her head and allowing her snarl to fall. Peering into Lydair’s icy blue hues she smiled and sat back onto her haunches - feeling a little less vulnerable now with two valuable pack members, one being the pack nurse, by her side. “Draeg told you right. I won’t explain the reasons for me leaping over the fallen oak – but I will tell you that my jump was miss-judged and I obviously, fell short. Healing herbs would do very well for me, thank you Lydair,” she nodded respectfully to her healer – hoping now that the terms between the two had faltered and that there was no longer an evident friction between the two varg.
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Post by Yelæ on Nov 27, 2005 15:50:19 GMT -5
She was apologetic for alarming the Drappa, yet was thankful that the she-Varg calmed herself. She never truly met the Varg personally, yet of course (as it was quite obvious) both were aquainted.
She was about to answer the obvious question immediatly after it was finished, yet seeing as Cwen had stopped, Yelae did not answer. However, she was rather pleased to see Lydair. Returning the healer's nod, she listens carefully to their conversation before saying something.
"Do you think Cwen would be as good as new?" Yelae says, her quiet voice rather chipper. She hoped so; it would be terrible if Cwen was always in pain.
((Gack, that is the best I could do for now. To tell you the truth, I somewhat forgotten about this thread for a moment...>.<
EDIT: Sorry Cal, didn't see your post! ^.^))
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Post by Cal on Nov 29, 2005 10:56:56 GMT -5
It was winter but Fenris still shone bright as ever over the vast lands of Ge-rad territory. Frost covered the ground and most vargs and Lera would now be sheltered in their dens and hope to evade the harsh cold of winter. Somewhere in the vast forest, there was a den which concealed a pair of vargs and their children. The cool breeze swayed through the trees and blew dead leaves along with it. In the den, a particular brown he-varg was once again having a disturbing sleep. Pictures of blood, tooth, and claws filled his dreams causing him to twitch violently. Ears perked up into the air and yellow orbs immediately snapped open and a vicious snarl escaped his maw. Breathing heavily and scrambling on his legs as he tried to attack an invisible enemy. Desperately trying to protect his mate and cubs. The in his wounds came back to him which caused him to yelp in pain. After a few seconds his mind registered what had just happened and he allowed his hackles to relax slightly. Turning around and sighed deeply to see his mate Uskiya and his cubs still cuddled and curled at the side of the den. Relief swam over him and he allowed himself to break into a smile before he setted out of the den himself and see if he could find Draeg or someone else to talk to.
Exiting the den slowly because of his injuries he looked down to see the millions of tiny crystals that covered the ground: frost. Even though it wasn't his first winter it never cease to amaze him. The chiilly breeze ruffled his brown coat as he padded away from his den and to the meeting place where he would at least find someone to talk to. Remembering the dream that he just had moments ago caused an uncomfortable chilling sensation in him. Even since his return he wasn't the same, Lydair had done her best to heal his outer wounds, but there would always be something inside that no herbs can heal. The fact that he just escaped death once more surprised him, and after these experiences he learned to be more cautious. Even when he was in his packlands he always have to look out in case something along the same lines happened again. However, since his return Uskiya had bore three of his pups adding to Ge-rad's population. Being a father now he has to look after his three pups, and teach them what they were suppose to know. Perhaps Shay and the other pups of Draeg could spend some time with his. But, seeing that Uskiya already hd their pups Cal would soon have to do his scouting duties and once again redeem his position as emissary. That means has less family time with Uskiya and the cubs. He was absent for so long and during the term of Uskiya's pregnancy he missed being with her and it would be a shame to leave her again so soon. Growling deeply, he ridded his mind with these thoughts and tried his best to look at things in the light. Continuing his walk he hoped that he would find someone soon so that he can discuss his problems with them.
Moving through the familiar two trees and to the familiar meeting place. Cal moved around the clearing only to see it empty and no a single varg was here. Familiar scents were easily distinguishable, but none of them too fresh as it seemed for days that anyone has come here. Most of them were probably still in their dens. Letting out a sigh, his mind thinking that he should be smart and head back to the den. Suddenly, some voices could be heard. It seemed a little distant, but he was sure that there were packmates around. Turning around and heading to the direction of the sound, when he entered another clearing to see another three of his packmates. Relieved that it wasn't any of Sarnes or Balkar he saw Yelae who was scount, Lydair who was the healer, and of course he Drappa Cwen. Letting out a low growl to alert his presence and he allowed his head to dip down slightly to respect his alpha. "Good morning all of you. I see that you're all here early in the morning. Pleasure to see all of you again...pleasure..." He noticed that Cwen seem to have injuries of her own and it wasn't just him. Of coursae Lydair would be able to give her some herbs that will suit her well. Moving closer he winced slightly as he moved closer. He had not seen Cwen in some time, no since their little meeting with Ivee. In this reunion, she would surely see a little change in his physical appearance. His once handsome face now added some extra scars. There were still many cuts that were mid-healing. "Don't worry Cwen, I am sure some of Lydair's herbs will help. Maybe when you're finished with Cwen you can fetch some herbs for me perhaps?"
//extremely rushed, might edit it later when I have the time. Ah, that's what I get for rushing a post at school//
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Post by Cwen on Nov 29, 2005 14:51:19 GMT -5
Cwen turned her gaze away from Lydair and looked to Yelae with a soft smile, chuckling lightly at her comment. “Oh dear, I’m not dying. Just a bit…battered and bruised you could say,” she spoke with light, hearty words. Her sudden streak of savage anger and twisted mind seemed to have vanished into the thin air. “I’m sure with Lydair’s wonderful knowledge in herbs and vegetation that your twisted little Drappa will be up and running again soon,” she joked – commenting on the fact that she was indeed twisted, for she knew many varg in the forest believed that she was. The sound of disturbance in the undergrowth caught her alert auds as they perked forward to the appearance of Cal as he emerged from the brush. His state was slightly shocking in terms of his ruffled fur and face where wounds and scars ran deep. Growling deeply Cwen was unsure what to make of his state – for she didn’t know Cal too well. What had happened to him? She knew not…but one thing she had caught hold of on the wind was that he was the father of three healthy young cubs. Giving him a slight, mysterious grin, Cwen’s tassel wagged and she nodded gratefully. “And it is good to see you again Cal. I see you’re fetching emm…not very well from your outer shell,” she winced, and gave him a slight joking chuckle. “What in Wolfbane’s name happened to you? Something I can see that Lydair has been working hard on at the very least,” she remarked, pointing her muzzle to the hybrid healer as she noticed the wounds were healing nicely with little sign of infection what so ever.
((Ok, aweful post...but I'd advise we wait until Lydair finds this and posts before the rest of us do. Sorry Cal - whenever I get on, threads which include something I should know are always so full of posts already I have little time to catch up - hence why I never posted in Uskiya's birth thread >.< ))
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Post by Lydair on Dec 4, 2005 0:59:39 GMT -5
A soft chuckle escaped a white muzzle and Lydair grinned at the scout; ”I’m sure Cwen will be fine- nothing a few herbs cannot help. Marigold; woundwort- I simply hope the early frosts haven’t killed the remaining stalks off- else I’ll be in real trouble.” turning now to her silver Drappa, the cobalt Healer dipped her head respectfully to the cunning Cwen. ”Shall I fetch them for you now, or later? I want to find some for Uskiya as well as-“ The bracken rustled, and at the sight of her brown friend on his paws brought a bright grin to the femme’s face. ”Cal! It’s so good to see you up and on your paws; of course I’ll get some herbs for you- provided there are still some poor withered flowers remaining in Ge-Rad.” Another gentle chuckle escaped her smiling lips and her cyan gaze rounded now to Cwen with a briefly awkward smile. ”Has Draeg told you the news, yet?” Lydair said, her voice soft and wispy as it floated on the chilled air, ”Koan and I have become mates…’ She turned expectantly to Yelae, who also had her share of news to speak- the cobalt hybrid ruffled her fur and glanced quickly upwards, frowning as the sun cowered behind the clouds; the sky was already a lifeless, void dusk, and Fenris’ absence did little to help the matter as azure orbs glanced through a glazed and sparkling Ge-Rad- but it was obvious the forest was dying.
Something far from death, however, was stirring within the Healer’s belly- life had begun to take form; in the suns that had passed since her time with Koan at the meadow, the healer, intuitive of such matters naturally, had begun to notice changes- her belly would not become swollen and heavy for another twenty-two or so suns, but she had felt something like a twitching thud that patted her insides; it came again, as she stood with her friends, and her face changed instantly, to a look of pure amazement, as it did more often now- the femme was pregnant. Lydair took a shaky breath and smiled, her façade a bit watery as glee swept over her. Smiling warmly at Cwen’s praise, she shrugged it off and grinned, shaking her head. ”Any Varg can learn- it takes a lot of patience, but tis easy once you begin to do it.” Glancing to Cal, Lydair nodded inwardly as she saw his wounds were beginning to seal themselves, scabbing over- the male may have scars to remember his time in the Balkan lands, and within the Sarnes terra…but she could see her anxiousness when she first began treating him had been foolish; he was a strong Varg and he had much to live for.
”I hope your cubs are doing well? Is Uskiya still in her whelping den? I’ll have to visit her later; see how your cubs are…oh, Cal? How are Chilaili and Ayasha?” the Healer feared for the femmes the worst- Chilaili, although Lydair couldn’t put her fangs on it, was different from the other two...and Ayasha was smaller than both Varg, although she was born last. I’ll have my own cubs soon. She thought giddily. Oh Sita, wait until I tell Koan…I told him he’d be a father, and I was right…
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Post by Cwen on Dec 4, 2005 14:23:46 GMT -5
Glancing at Lydair as her expression seemed to change ever so slightly as her trail of thought was obviously disturbed by something and Cwen raised a brow in question to why her Healer was acting in this fashion. But as she broke out the news about herself and Koan, her auds shot up and the obvious expression of a startled Drappa was clear across her façade. “Emm…no. Draeg failed to mention it to me,” she stuttered, finding the news rather shocking than anything else. Koan despised Cwen with a vengeance, and she knew that his thoughts on her being Draeg’s other mate and leader of Ge-Rad were not high. So the idea that her Healer was now mates with such a varg, it to some extent saddened her. Great, she thought silently to herself, now I’ll have another varg after my blood with word flying around..
After several moments of pondering and Lydair had commented to Cal about his cubs – which Cwen was also unaware about until this present moment – she managed to smile and give her healer a nod of approval. “Well I’m happy for you both,” she sighed with light words. But then registering just what she had mentioned about Cal’s cubs, Cwen’s muzzle flew round so that her grey eyes landed on Cal’s own orbs and she flicked her auds with astonishment. This was her own pack, a pack that she led as a Drappa…and yet she knew nothing of the happenings within it! “You…you have a litter? Yourself and Uskiya? When did this happen?” she stammered with babbling words – utterly confused at the news she was learning without even being addressed as though it were news she should not know.
((Ok my posts are really sucky in this thread ))
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Yelæ
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Post by Yelæ on Dec 4, 2005 15:27:06 GMT -5
Yelae smiled, looking at her Drappa with a kind gaze. "Cwen, it's okay that you did not know of this. I did not know that Uskiya had cubs until a day before their birth. Your a busy Varg, taking care of such a large pack like us, so you have a good excuse to why you did not know of this." Did she sound rude? To some, those words might have annoyed them a little, but the way she said it could put a smile on one's face and agree. It was almost...happy, which was suprising to come from someone who was such as she. Yelae was not the sort of Varg who would laugh just like that, but would rather keep to herself. It was a wonder that she had found Shako and actually spoke to him those moons ago when they met.
She noticed Cwen's face once Lydair told of them becoming of mates. She knew from scattered voices that Koan was rather not fond of Draeg's other mate...in fact, the he-Varg was agitated quite deeply about the fact his father had two mates. But, hopefully Lydair would somehow make the rather unsure Varg a pathway in his life. Yelae had found her's once she confessed her love to Shako, and now Lydair had her own path to travel.
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Post by Cal on Dec 6, 2005 22:41:43 GMT -5
Yellow orbs flickering in Lydair's direction. Cal allowed himself to give a small smile. Ever since he came back to Ge-rad lands he couldn't help but feel a little more defensive around everyone and everything. "Glad that you can get me some herbs, sure that it do me some good." growled Cal. From the inside, Cal was truely grateful that Lydair was here all along. If it wasn't for her, death would have welcomed him with open arms and he wouldn't have had the chance to see Uskiya one last time or his cubs. However, these thoughts slowly left his mind as Cwen began speaking. The brown he-varg could see the surprise in his Drappa's eyes. Anyone who saw him before his incident and after would have noticed the change in him. From his ruffled fur to the scars on his muzzle, even the way he was acting seem to be changing. No longer was he too sociable with other vargs. But instead more careful with everyone he spoke to. "Course, I don't look like I am in the best of shape am I....? No....of course not." Cal muttered darkly. Surprisingly, a small part of him blamed Cwen for what had happened to him. It was her that started problems between the two packs, but Cal was the one that suffered out of it. Missed spending time with Uskiya during the time when she was pregnant and wasn't there when his pups were born. Instead, enduring endless interrogations and sufferings. Letting out a small snarl as Cwen asked him a question that he preferred not to be answered. "What in Tor's name happened to me?" said Cal slowly. "Perhaps maybe you should ask Draeg. Yes, he should have a reply on what happened to his emissary..." He knew that he should at least speak to his Drappa with a little more respect but he couldn't help feeling a little angry on why it was him that needed to suffer from someone else's mistaking. Cal tried his best to keep his maw shut and not exploding with words that were crossing his mind.
Spinning around quickly to face Lydair as she asked of his cubs. "Yes, Uskiya is still in her whelping den. Chilaili and Ayasha are doing just fine, just snuggling right now with their mother right now. I am sure that Uskiya would love for you to pay her a visit after." This topic reminded the brown emissary to head back to the den to check on his cubs. Winter was already here and it was important that he made sure that they would survive the winter. However, Cwen toke this news to great surprise as her muzzle flew around so that her grey eyes locked onto his. "Yes, Uskiya and I did have a litter. We had three pups just a few suns ago." said Cal without blink an eye. "Judging by your shocked expression Cwen it seems as though Draeg didn't tell you about this news either. Well, Uskiya could have told you because she had to stay in the den. I'm not sure about the others but I couldn't have told you because of my.....absence." growled Cal adding emphasis to his last word. Though how much he dreaded telling Cwen the whole story he knew that he eventually will be forced to. Draeg would want to know what had happened and for Ge-rad's sake he would reveal all that he knew to the pack.
(Sorry for the wait and it's horrible! Tired and kinda in a depressed mood so excuse my rubbish of a post)
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Post by Cwen on Dec 8, 2005 13:33:12 GMT -5
Cwen turned her gave round to Yelae as the ivory youth spoke lightly – giving the Drappa an excuse on why she should not know what the rest of the pack seemed to know. And in turn, she merely grunted – feeling as though she had been scouting the lands too much lately than she ought to be – and in turn, missing out on what her precious pack members had been getting up to. So when Cal opened his muzzle to speak – the blatant expression of distaste for her running through his words and façade – Cwen’s lips twitched with the great urge to snarl and put the emissary into his place. Though as he himself let out a coarse snarl towards her, that was enough to set the flames flickering in her steely eyes.
Getting to her paws the grey Drappa stood before the brown emissary and stiffened her legs. Both her hackles bristled and her tail stood erect in a proud, dominant position as her ivory canines flashed behind her black leathery lips. She would not stand for any varg, pack delta or kerl, to snap at her in such a fashion. Cal may have had good reason to snap at her, but he should know better than to stand up to his Drappa like this – especially in front of other pack members. “Well it is blatant now that Draeg has forgotten to mention your absence to me. After all, he is the pack’s Dragga and doesn’t have all of Fenris’ time on his paws to inform me of such happenings. So in the future, I would be a little more than grateful if the varg in question approached me to give their Drappa such information without expecting others to do so for them,” her words were cold and her tongue sharp as the words left her muzzle, hard eyes boring into those of Cal’s as she spoke. Passing a sideward glance towards Lydair as she spoke and Cal answered her with a far more respective tone, Cwen remained silent as she listened. Knowing now that Cal sired at least two cubs named Chilaili and Ayasha, her auds twitched aloft her cranium and her tail flicked with interest. But before she could ask any further questions, her attention was turned back onto Cal as he stared her straight in the eyes and gave her the information about his cubs.
This was a time for Cwen to have been congratulating Cal and Uskiya about their litter and offering help for their young cubs – as she too had had a litter and was soon to have another (though of course no one yet knew about this litter) it could have been a decent offer of assistance. But alas, she was too infuriated by the brown mann’s clear ignorance towards her status by making direct eye contact without even a blink to show that he were to back down. With a flash of teeth and fury the silver faemme leapt forward and snapped at the air just before Cal’s muzzle, intending to startle him and make him back down as a malicious snarl and growl deeply quivered in her throat. “If you are wanting me to feel happy for you Cal or at least feel sorry for you on how you’ve mysteriously gained so many injuries then this is the wrong way to get it,” her words flew out of her creased muzzle as her blood continued to boil. She would have no mercy for the male – not whilst he continued to act in such a fowl manner towards his Drappa. “If it had been Draeg who was speaking to you Cal, you’d never act in such a manner towards him. Would you?” she growled deeply before flashing a glance round to the rest of the group who had surrounded her within the clearing, implying that now her speech was to each of them in turn. “I know how the members of this pack feel towards me – or at least the majority of them. Hate and despise me with all of your heart for all I care. But never! Act in the fashion that I am not your Drappa and that you can simply walk all over me. You should all know by now that Cwen is no pushover. If I must take physical action on anyone – and I mean anyone – then I’ll have no hesitation to do so…” her words trailed off as her steely orbs widened, her snarl pulling back even further to show that every word she spoke, she meant it.
((Loooong post, and a very...angry one at that. Sorry folks - but the treatment Cwen had been getting lately compaired to Draeg is driving me nuts. She may be a cow, and you can hate me all you want. But please - don't act disrespectful! Otherwise...you know what you're character will face. Have a good day ^^ ))
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Post by Yelæ on Dec 9, 2005 9:52:22 GMT -5
The she-Varg gave a small whine as Cal had spoken to their Drappa with and agitated tone, and was acting rather rude in an Alpha's terms. Sure, if this was another packmember without a high status, it would be perfectly fine to do so; however, if one did so to a Varg on the higher scale of the pack's status, especially the Alpha Female, it was unforgivable.
She knew so, because once the past Sikla of Yelae's old pack snapped bitterly towards the treatment the others were giving him, directly towards her father, the Alpha. This Sikla she vaugly remembered, but she knew he did not treat her as cruely as the others. She was only a mere month-and-a-half year old, and she watched in horror as the Varg was torn to shreds by the Alpha, and a new Sikla was appointed.
And now, her eyes trailing back towards the others, she watched Cwen snap bitterly toward Cal, and her words were true. Many speak poorly of Cwen, even though she was a kind Varg who led her pack respectfully. She did not know the reason why many loathed her, but she did know that one would tire after being disliked for many moons, or could it have been years in Cwen's case? "So much fighting in our pack," she whispers quietly to herself, and only she could hear it. Her thoughts were drawn back to when Shunke came upon Ge-Rad, and she herself snapped at Koan for speaking bitterly of Shako, and she immediatly regretted it once her thoughts happened upon it again.
((Beware the Crappiness!))
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Post by Cal on Dec 11, 2005 12:09:59 GMT -5
I'll post after Lydair
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
Posts: 422
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Post by Lydair on Dec 15, 2005 20:18:56 GMT -5
(((-growl- Damn typing skills. I'm terrbily sorry to keep you all waiting, but I have an excellent post coming soon...I really, really do. SWEAR. Tomorrow MORNING. 7:45 AM (Computer/internet access for the school). SWEAR IT. And thank you to both Cal and Cwen for reminding me, very much obliged for reminding...Oh Tor, lol...)))
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